Disclaimer: I do not own anything (characters, property rights, etc) of Full Metal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa and the studio BONES does. not me... T.T

Warning: Contains shonen-ai (boy x boy action) but not in this chapter

Rating: T

P.O.V. Alphonse Elric

How Al Saw It

"Come on, Al. Aren't you going to eat?" Nii-san pokes his fork in my face. "You're not going to grow if you don't eat." His glowing golden eyes look concerned and I look down at the plate of food in front of me. Stir-fry chicken and steamed rice sizzled in front of me, but I don't move. I wanted to ask questions about that man, but it'll only bring up the inevitable question about why I would care. So, I refrain and gloomily eat the rice in front of me.

*Flashback*

Alphonse paced around the hotel room, uneasily. Nii-san hadn't come back yet and it was half an hour past the time he promised to be back. Nii-san always kept his promises, no exceptions. The worried little brother glared at the clock as though it was the reason his Nii-san was late.

It was 8:o7, an hour from the originally promised time. Without a word, Alphonse snatched his coat and the address his brother was supposed to be at, and ran out the door. He hailed a taxi and was driven to the Scientific Department of Anatomy.

A young, well-breasted lady chewing a piece of hot pink bubblegum sat at the receptionist's desk, chattering away on the phone. He walked over, clumsily, somewhat distracted by her cleavage.

"What'd ya need, Hun?" The receptionist hung up the phone to stare at the approaching fellow. Her accent was that of a southerner from America, and her skimpy outfit only accentuated the stereotype. Alphonse could feel his face turn slightly pink when she spoke.

"U-um. I-I'm looking f-for Edward Elric. He said he was visiting the Head of Staff today. D-do you know where I could find him?"

"Head of Staff?" The receptionist looked at him with a bewildered look on her face. "The chap's been dead for three years. The position's vacant."

"Th-there must be a mistake… he said he was visiting Dr. Smithers."

"Smithers?" The receptionist pondered the name for a minute, and then it was as if a light flashed in her eyes. "Oh my goodness…" She leaned into her hand.

"What?!" Alphonse slammed both hands on the table, frantic. The lady sketched out a map of a corridor and pointed to a room near the back of the building.

"Mr. Elric should be back in this room. You might want to hurry." Alphonse pocketed the map, looking at her.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Smithers isn't employed here and you aren't the first to have asked." Her green eyes stared down and the air became tense. She was silent for a moment. "Alphonse, you should hurry to him now. Mr. Elric's lucky to have someone watch over him." Alphonse stared at the lady, nodded his thanks and left.

If Alphonse took a few more moments to look, he would have seen that the 'lady' had disappeared from the very spot. The real receptionist came back, noticing a scrawled note on the desk, saying "Thank you Lust. ~Sloth" Lust smiled at the paper, folded it into a neat square and placed it in a pocket. Sheesh, seems like their mother looks after the boys every step of the way.

Meanwhile, Alphonse had bolted past a few lab technicians and down a few corridors. The lights had become dimmer and dimmer and the walls dank with who-knows-what. The stench earlier was foul but had been replaced with a rose-like scent. "Nii-san… Nii-san… Nii-san!!" Alphonse screamed as he bolted into the room, slamming the door off. He was out of breath and out of luck. He looked straight onto a view of something he hoped he would never have to face.

All he saw before he walked out was a strange man pushing off Edward's clothes and engaging in a lip-lock with him. Nii-san's face was red and his perfect silky hair had become dirtied by the grime of the walls. He saw Nii-san look at him and he ran.

He ran as fast and as hard as he could. Nii-san called out to Alphonse, but he ignored it and ran. Past the receptionist, past the waiting cab and past the hotel; he ran leaving a trail of tears behind him.

*Flashback Ends*

TBC!

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PS there may not be much more left to this story unless someone offers some advice and suggestions. Otherwise, there might only be one or two more chapters.